"Jump the ship, Chief! Get us out of here! " Fredericks yelled. Lansky hit the button.

Kronus reappeared mere seconds later, this time in Sagittaron space.

CIC was quiet. Everyone was in shock that they had made it away from Secaris successfully with the ship mostly intact. That base star had given them a pounding, for sure, but Kronus was tough.

"I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm proud as hell of this old tub. " Fredericks said. He took his place at the DRADIS console, looking for contacts.

"Where's the fleet? " he asked.

"We should be picking up transponders and IFF signals. " Barrington agreed.

"Get the Raptors into the air. We need to see what's out there. " said Fredericks. Kronus had a pair of Raptors for recon duties.

RAPTOR 273.

Ensign Michelle "Angel" Starke stared out the cockpit of her Raptor at the debris field. It was massive, spread out all over the sector. Her ECO rode in the back of the ship, keeping an eye out for other contacts. "Gods. " she said. Thousands of soldiers, dead in mere hours.

"Angel, Kronus Actual. Go to Search and Rescue mode. If anyone survived this, we need to find them. Maybe we can figure out how in the hell the Cylons tore through our entire fleet like paper. " said Fredericks.

"Aye sir. " she responded.

CIC, KRONUS

Lansky walked up to Fredericks.

"Sir, I just heard from Engineering. The FTL drive is fried. We can't jump out of here. " he said.

"And the day just keeps getting better. " said Barrington, in a low voice so the CIC staff wouldn't hear her.

"We're not dead yet. We can still move and we can still fight. Maybe we'll join the others soon enough, but until then we can send some Toasters to hell before we do. " said Fredericks.